honest to god
i feel like i’m fucking dying
with every single touch of your hands
digging bruises into my arms
but it’s just a joke
right
stop being so sensitive
right
yet the pain blooms so slowly
your cruel laugh crushes my bones
harder than your body does
because this is all just a joke to you
i’m your ragdoll
a plaything to rip to shreds
and wonder why it doesn’t stay the same
shapeshift before my eyes
while you tell me how i’ve changed
please twist your words a little tighter
around my neck
it’s better than nothing at all
if i suffocate there’ll be less pain
you wouldn’t dare condescend
to let yourself glance in a mirror
and even if you did
i think you’d enjoy
the scarlet staining your hands
i cannot love you like this
i will not shatter myself for your enjoyment
i will not let myself die for you
YOU ARE READING
embrace the tornado
PoetryThese are not happy stories, they are not sad stories. They are insignificant raindrops pattering against my brain that barely encapsulate the thunderstorm. I find my existence bathed in shades of gray that mirror the thunderheads in my eyes. I am a...
